A strange world

Chapter 701 Chapter 98. Putrid Swamp

The Crimson Princess looked away from the flock of crows blending into the sunset.

Dracula, who followed beside him, was covered in afterglow, as if he was carrying heavy pressure.

"Dracula, why are you worried?"

"Princess, we shouldn't take such risks..."

Dracula, who came out of the Crimson Castle, sighed: "We have already left. If we go back, we will only be laughed at or even forced by them..."

The Crimson Princess was slightly startled. She gently stroked Crimson Heart, revealing a firmness she had never seen before: "For the Queen, all this is worth it."

Dracula was happy but couldn't bear it - he was happy that the princess had finally grown up, but he couldn't bear the cost of losing something important...

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At night, a carriage with magic lights moved slowly along the country road.

"Do the people here have the custom of hunting goblins?" Annan asked the ranger following on horseback.

"No."

"Is that to destroy the goblins?"

"Destroy the goblins? What are you talking about? Of course not." The ranger swallowed back the offensive words when he remembered that the boy in front of him was his employer.

He said that the Putrid Swamp was the home of the goblins, who had frequently invaded the borders of the Roxi Province for decades, so the principality announced that it would provide assistance and purchase goblin skins to weaken the goblins.

But no one wants to really catch them all.

"The goblins are still there, so those masters will continue to send us money and food to prevent these dirty goblins from running into the master's territory. If the goblins disappear, who will send us money!"

It seems that the ranger is really a local.

"Is there anything I should be aware of about the Putrid Swamp?"

"Beware the Ratmen of the Swamp."

"Are there ratmen also in goblin territory?"

"They are everywhere, everywhere..." the ranger cursed and raised his head, staring at the shadows scurrying in the night sky, "just like these haunting bats."

"Oh, by the way, it's rumored that they can also dress up as women to lure humans who stray in..." The ranger looked at Annan for a few seconds before he was about to say something.

"Don't forget that I am your employer."

The mean ranger pouted.

"Continue to tell the story of them dressing up as women..."

Late at night, they camped in a forest clearing. The putrid swamp was about twenty or thirty miles ahead. When the wind went down, there was already a faint smell of swamp stench.

Klein and Lemon are elites, Mrs. Puppet is a master, and with Annan, this team is small but capable.

A bonfire was raised. The ranger added several more pieces of firewood, saying that those bats sucked blood and would be very annoying if the fire was not burning brightly.

Annan was sitting by the campfire, leaning against the carriage, preparing to meditate when Klein came over.

"What are you going to do about the Crimson Princess?"

"Who is the Crimson Princess?"

Klein had no expression, or he was showing contempt.

Annan smiled: "I just want you to relax."

This trip to the south has not yet encountered enemies. Klein always feels that enemies will appear next and there will be a fierce battle...

"You seem to be very close to the Crimson Princess?" Annan rarely saw Klein ask someone.

"She...is very pure."

Ultimately, stereotypes are generalizations about a group by other groups: elves are arrogant, orcs are savage, dwarves are stubborn. So the contrast will be impressive, such as the lustful elves, the civilized orcs, the timid dwarves...

The Crimson Princess does not have the stereotypes of a vampire, she is as beautiful as a human being.

"Yeah, so I feel a little guilty too..."

But from Annan's point of view, there was no problem for him to do so - he was caught in the Crimson Castle.

"Don't worry, I will go find her, but not now."

Klein walked away. Instead of resting, she patrolled the perimeter of the camp.

The ranger climbed up a tree, pretending to be vigilant but actually being lazy, covering himself with a fur and taking a nap.

Mrs. Puppet spoke very little, and Annan refused to tell her what was wrong. Her clothes seemed to have been assimilated by Klein.

The silent night passed quietly amidst the crackle of the bonfire... At a certain moment, a shock came from the distance.

Klein guessed half right.

They did encounter the enemy, but it wasn't a pitched battle.

A group of about two to three hundred wandering rats wanted to attack this convoy of only three or four people, but they picked the wrong target...

Klein took out the stainless steel shield placed on the carriage, like a wall to resist the impact of the rat men. Then Lemon released the water blade at a fixed frequency to clear out the rat men rushing from both sides of Klein. There must be one every time. Rat-man flesh and blood splattered.

call out--

The sound of breaking wind sounded, and the rat men fell one at a time.

The most agile one was Mrs. Puppet. She raised her hands, and then the ten rat men approaching the bonfire seemed to be controlled by strings and turned around to kill their kind.

It only took two minutes for the escaping rats to be as hurried as when they came, not forgetting to clean up the battlefield and drag away the bodies of their companions.

If they win, they will have a good meal; if they lose, they will also have a good meal.

This is the survival of the rat people.

They are not weak, and most caravans with only one elite or even ordinary professionals cannot resist them, or suffer heavy losses.

But the weakest member of this team was the ranger who shot to death seven or eight ratmen with bows and arrows.

Klein was still searching for nearby ratmen, as a ranger was accustomed to: "I told you, they are everywhere."

After all, the south is the home base of the entire Thirteen Ratmen clan... Maybe there is a ratman nest underground now.

In the second half of the night, Annan and the others paid a little more attention, but the rat man did not appear again.

In the morning, they packed their things and got ready to go.

After last night's battle, the blood of the Skaven soaked into the earth. And as we set off, the more brown ground there was, the fainter the odor became clearer...

In the morning, they arrived at the Fetid Swamp.

The putrid swamp is shrouded in a lingering mist, and the wet soil and rotting vegetation exude a nauseating stench that seems to stick to the body and linger.

Swamps of unknown depth dotted the swamp like fragments, with rotten branches and leaves floating and the remains of unknown creatures. Occasionally, sticky bubbles emerge, which burst, emitting a slight gurgling sound and an unpleasant stench.

The sparse trees seemed to be dead, without a single green leaf, and the zigzag leaves of the shrubs also showed an unhealthy yellow-green color.

The Putrid Fens are clearly not a pleasant place to live... It's easy to see why the goblins want to curry favor with the southern kingdoms.

Annan was still looking for goblins somewhere, but two goblins carrying animal skin pants came out from behind a few intertwined dead trees.

"Humanity...Humanity is coming!"

They screamed when they saw Annan.

Dorai and the goblin leader got out of the carriage, and they shouted again: "Humans have captured our kind!"

Annan had no choice but to say to them:

"I am Annan, King of the North, Lord of the Floating City, Champion Warlock, Queen Knight, Reeves, here to visit the goblin tribe."